Through Jenna’s Eyes

She fills my soul

then wrecks me;

She dances

light and fierce.

Just four years old,

Jenna tells me,

“Look at that plastic bag;

I see faces in it.

Do you see them?”

She tells me,

“I hear TV

when it's not on,

I hear it in my head.”

Then asks me

if I hear it too.

With a crown of curls

That twist and furl,

Her mood spikes

and falls with the wind.

She submits only

to thunder,

Then asks me,

“Mama, Do I make

The storms come?”

She fills my soul

then wrecks me,

she dances

light and fierce.

Jenna asks me,

“Are the bumps

on the road

giant worms

underneath?”

She asks me,

“How do I (not)

have a baby when

I grow up?”

With a crown of curls

That twist and furl,

Her mood spikes

and falls with the wind.

She submits only

to thunder,

Then asks me,

“Mama, Do I make

The storms come?”

Jenna says,

“Five teddy bears

flew across my ceiling

Last night.

I wanted you

to see them,

but you were sleeping.”

And so I was.

She fills my soul

then wrecks me,

she dances

light and fierce.

Comments

You Already Knew

Remind me what you said Just before the sky broke. New white sandals, Cuffed shorts Embroidered and hemmed Just above the knee Every inch exploring Braids twisted in hope, Nothing is missing, But everything is gone. Unwinding. I speak… listen. I fly… walk. I move… still. But, you already knew. In the park, children playing Through the haze, sunbeams swaying Trees whisper their ancient lore And the world turns, evermore In each face, a story to find In each heart, a piece of time Unwinding. I speak… listen. I fly… walk. I move… still. But, you already knew. Unwinding. I speak… listen. I fly… walk. I move… still. But, you already knew. Remind me what you said, just before the sky broke. (C) 2024 BMI.

Fragile Lace

Storm churning Fever burning, Head aches, Wide awake. Stop, fall, pound, twitch, flush, blush, shudder. Cold sweat chills, the fire’s climbing (I’m unwinding.) Climbing higher still. (It’s the fire still.) Sun streams in, Lifts dust like smoke. Gentle strokes, fragile lace, head to hip, Sin erased, to leisure days. Sun streams in, Lifts dust like smoke. Gentle strokes, fragile lace, head to hip, Sin erased. Twigs snap, cans fall. Nothing stays still. Softness comes to rest, It’s not a test, Baby, hush now. (Hush. Hush.) There’s peace now. (Only peace.) Stop, fall, pound, twitch, flush, blush, shudder. Cold sweat chills, the fire’s climbing (I’m unwinding.) Climbing higher still. (It’s the fire still.) Winds die down. Rest now. (No sound around) Baby, hush now. (Just hush.) There’s peace now. (Only peace.) (C) 2024 BMI.

In the Middle of My Memory of You

An oriel lands softly on a branch just out of view. You play a game of Hide and seek (OR …. is it Peek-a-boo?) I spy orange stripes, black feathers against sky blue. Pain catches us in the middle of things, in the middle of my memory of you. Has it been that long since we talked, Gathered pine cones in the park? Since we held eachother, and morning chased away the dark? I spy orange stripes, black feathers against sky blue. Pain catches us in the middle of things, in the middle of my memory of you. I still sense you near (Oh, those memories of you) Turn around and you’re not there (yes, those memories of you) Had to be so hot and cold? (It’s those memories of you) My heart was bought and sold. (oh those memories of you). An oriel lands softly on a branch just out of view. You play a game of Hide and seek OR …. is it Peek-a-boo? Seem to think it’s win or lose, but it’s not up to you. ...

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